I'm a wretch because someone made me wreck,
Welcome not a heckle, will change—will hang wreaths,
I thought I'm designed to be a forever wrecker that will wreck someone's inner peace,
But also a good wrecker wrecked me for being a good wrecker too.
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Poetrythese are my random poems about everything that were made of impossible diamonds and soft gems resembled as a realness of my poetic cloned emotions. whenever i'm busy handling my deep dive under the sea filled with stars and stripped of happiness a...
